At this time, in the No. 182 Cave Mansion, Lin Yu was looking up to the sky and sighing. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Father, mother, the child is not filial, regardless of the obstacles that came to Chu Yunfeng to cultivate immortals, but now, he still has nothing to achieve, I'm sorry for you. Lin Yu was heartbroken and knelt on the ground.

"Originally, I recognized a master, thinking that I could change because of this, but as a result, he never taught me any immortal dao spells, and I have not made any progress in my own cultivation, it has been two years, and now I still have stopped walking.

The early stage of cultivation is divided into casting the foundation, opening the light, practicing qi, cultivating the yuan, condensing the qi, pneumatic, fusion, heartbeat, fetal breath, bigu, refining, and spinning, and then reaching the foundation. As far as I know, basically all the disciples in the sect have already entered the condensation period, and even Ah Hu, who is usually called a waste, is already in the Peiyuan stage. I am probably the worst disciple in the sect now. ”

What he said now, if Lan Feng in the bushes at this time heard it, he would definitely be angry.

You must know that the Lin Yu he designed is a strong and persistent person, even if Ghost Gu did teach him some spells, he also relied on his own perseverance to rise step by step. What Lin Yu said just now, is he blaming himself for not having a good master to teach?

It's a pity that Lan Feng can't hear all this.

A cool breeze hit, and Lan Feng suddenly felt a bone-chilling cold, if he entered the condensation period, this feeling should not be so strong.

He touched the clothes on his body, and it turned out to be a little damp, so he shivered involuntarily, patted the dead grass stuck behind him, and fled towards his cave as fast as possible.

As soon as he entered the cave, he pinched the trick in his hand, and the ghost hand sealed the door of the cave with a big stone rolling aside.

He sat on the ground and took out the storage bag he had obtained from the woman surnamed Yang two years ago, intending to study the magic weapon inside.

He poured the miscellaneous things in the storage bag on the ground, in addition to the things of the woman surnamed Yang, there were also the belongings of the young disciple who did not appreciate it.

At first glance, he was attracted by a small black flag on the ground. There was nothing on this flag, just a rectangular black cloth, and the main attraction for the blue maple was the flagpole that supported it. The flagpole is the thickness of a little finger, off-white in color, like the backbone bones of something, and the joints can be seen.

"What's the use of this little black flag?" Lan Feng's eyes swirled around on it, but he couldn't see its effect.

At this moment, an introduction to this magic weapon came to his mind.

This thing is a ghost ten thousand bone flags, the flagpole is made of human bones, once it is displayed, there will be several zhang high, and there are cinnabar runes on the white bones, which can confuse people's minds.

Lan Feng's divine sense probed inward, and in this ghost ten thousand bone flag, there was still a remnant of the mid-stage divine consciousness of the golden pill, which had not yet been cracked.

"It seems that someone must have gotten this by accident, but because they couldn't crack the divine consciousness in it, they kept it in the storage bag and didn't use it. Lan Feng raised his mouth and smiled, this Jindan stage divine sense, for him, there was no difficulty.

After two years of recuperation, his divine consciousness had reached the late stage of Jindan. You must know that when he was in the early stage of Jindan, he was already able to defeat the divine consciousness of the cloth cloth Taoist in the late stage of Jindan.

Sure enough, when his divine sense penetrated into the ghost Ten Thousand Ancient Banners, he easily cracked the divine consciousness imprisonment in it, and the mantra about this Ten Thousand Bone Banners instantly poured into his mind through his divine sense. This flag is now completely owned by him.

He threw this thing into his storage bag, and the Qing Tribulation in the storage bag had been successfully refined by him, and now he was no longer afraid that the Qing Tribulation would destroy his magic weapon.

Lan Feng rolled his gaze and noticed a piece of purple metal in the pile of debris on the ground.

It must be a piece of purple iron.

He was all too familiar with purple darkiron. It's a rare material with a hard hardness and magical energy that makes it an excellent choice for any magic weapon.

"I didn't expect that the two disciples in the condensation stage had so many precious items in their storage bags. This time, it was really profitable. Lan Feng erased the Divine Sense from the Darkiron and put it in his storage bag.

The rest of the things were miscellaneous things, except for a beautifully made red gourd, the rest, there was nothing worthy of his attention.

He picked up the gourd and observed it carefully for a long time, but he couldn't see the effect, there was no trace of spiritual power running in it, and even in the book in the Shangshui Division, there was no introduction to this thing.

"It seems that this is just an ordinary handicraft, so I guess it is a daily thing. Lan Feng put all the rest of the things on the ground into the storage bag of the woman surnamed Yang, put them in the corner on the side, held the red gourd in his hand, and began to close his eyes and breathe.

Unconsciously, three days passed, and he felt that his hand holding the gourd was getting colder and colder, which made him open his eyes.

This sight shocked him.

Inside the gourd, a large amount of white gas began to emerge, exuding a bone-chilling cold.

Lan Feng squinted his eyes and looked inward, only to see that inside the gourd, it was foggy, and he couldn't see anything clearly.